Go ahead burn what you can`t hide. Try to unlearn what`s clear to the eye. It`s a matter of fact. But fact don`t fit. We gotta rewrite. We recount the dead. Two makes one now. We`re counting on our hands. We`re out of fingers. We shower in your blood and crawl inside you. You harden in our form like statues. Alone in this place. The others are gone. I wire the base. They say push on. The salt`s in my eyes. The fire`s in my lungs. I take my best shot. I`m shot! Drone. Fact and fictions all blurred to fit them. Drone. The ceaseless hum. The factory drum.
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